Christmas came and Daddy was still overseas. Mother said he was fighting in the trenches in a country called Belgium. In his letters he said he was cold and tired and missed us terribly. "We need to send him something, Teddy," said Aileen. "Something to remind him of home and keep him safe." We thought for a long time. What should we send him? A book? A picture? Then, finally, we both had the same idea. I would go to war.